My head was resting on the interior frame of a small SUV, behind the driver’s seat, parked outside an outlet mall in California. I held a book that I can say without a doubt, has influenced who I have become today. Not to say that I am mad…
I was 15 years old when I read Poe’s short story, The Tell Tale Heart. It’s a quick-paced tale of terror that begins with the confession of a cold-blooded murder. I’d read various poems from Poe earlier on, and I could have honestly called
“Believe nothing you hear, and only one-half that you see.”
Our protagonist here, whilst on a venture through the southern stretch
of France, finds himself just miles away from a personally much-lauded
location: the Maison de Sante. Private madhouse. A place flown famously
throughout the airs of the medical community due to its unorthodox
treatments, rehabilitations. The system of soothing. This system, although
still strict at its parameters, acted as a better angel fo
Pyewacket dropped in Canada during the Toronto International Film Festival last year, followed by a limited release in December. As of March of this year, it hit the rest of the world and slipped under my radar until June when one of our local eclectic theaters announced their showing. The poster alone was enough to get me curious. The image of the bloody hand and strand of yarn mixed with the black metal font and subtle dead human lying in the background had me hooked. Metal
Adaptations always are tricky. They can sometimes hit the brunt of the mark – rarely, yes, but it does happen luckily from time to time, and usually with some unavoidable plot-point martyrdom. And sometimes they lie in a somewhere-in-between, existing as a wildly different story with no actual relations to the source material, but yet still managing its decency and enjoyability as whatever it is. But most often, they fall short and beyond, crippling the hopes and dreams of th
I have had the pleasure of consuming great horror this year. I’ll gladly speak highly of The Haunting of Hill House. Annihilation checked all of my sci-fi/horror boxes while adding in plenty of Lovecraftian lore. And Mandy was the best kind of gruesome. However, nothing had quite the impact that Hereditary did. If you have not seen Hereditary, kindly remove yourself from the rock you’ve been living under.
I saw it. It kicked my ass.
I analyzed with friends.
I saw it again.
Day 31: Face Your Fate… Halloween The original Halloween has always been one of my favorite horror movies, so I was really excited to see this movie. The emotionless mask with hallow dark eyes and single mindedness of a purpose of pure evil make this movie a true horror movie to me. The movie has many elements from the original but still stands as a great sequel. I will admit that parts of the story are unbelievable and predictable but overall I do think this movie is worth s
Day 22: Eli is 12 years old. She’s been 12 for over 200 years and, she just moved in next door. “Låt den rätte komma in” Let the Right One In. I’m not sure what to make of this movie. I felt like they wanted to make a horror movie with a purpose but they didn’t accomplish either in my opinion. The monsters in this movie are kids, which makes for a creepy story, but it could have been done much better instead it only gets creepy toward the end of the movie. The point I think t
Day 17: Talk on the phone. Finish your homework. Watch T.V. Die …in The House of the Devil. The House of the Devil is a slow, slow burn. Unfortunately, when it does pick up it has already been so long since anything exciting has happened the climax seems thrown in there at the end. As if the first hour and a half is one movie and the finale is separate. I wanted more build to that climax, there were honestly maybe only one or two clues before our Samantha is actually in dange
You can lock the doors. You can bolt the windows. But can you survive the night? Heads will roll in Tim Burton’s 1999 Sleepy Hollow! [Neeeiiiiggghhh] I love this movie and it’s perfect for early October viewings to get you in the Halloween mood. For me, it’s Tim Burton at his best with the bleak, eerie atmosphere while having plenty of charm throughout. It’s classic Halloween imagery is only broken during Crane’s brief flashback sequences which feel very “Burton” while never
The film which we are about to discuss is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths. It is all the more tragic in that they were young. But, had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. For them, an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the
I’ve been making movies since I was a kid. I had the awesome privilege of owning a Hi8 camera that essentially took the place of my right hand. I recorded everything from trips to Walmart, my voice messages with different backgrounds, to movies that I was sure that I would one day be able to edit “professionally”. My “editing” process was simple then. I would record my content, transer it from Hi8 to VHS, set up my tripod in front of my tv, and proceed to make cuts, ad music
I feel broken. Every day, new allegations are coming out about sexual assault cases. A little while back, the horror community was in a buzz about Victor Salva and his latest film, Jeepers Creepers 3. If this was one you missed, Salva was convicted in ’88 for molesting his lead actor who was a 12-year-old boy and for possessing child porn, severed 15 months, then got back to movie making. From the side of the internet that I’m on, the primary discussion was about whether or n